Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"What is the strongest prison in the world? Azkaban? Bastille? Or Auschwitz?"

A hoarse and vague voice came from the dimly lit room. A row of stone benches lined up in the center of the room. Those stone benches extended downwards at a steep angle. There was a high dining table in the center of the stone pit.

Unknown place, unknown time.

Under the crackling burning candlelight, the sound slowly surrounds the surroundings, like a ghost that is lingering.

"Perhaps neither. The thought of some guys living under the same sky as me makes my stomach sour."

The voice just fell.

Just listen to a squeak.

The door to the dim room opened.

A tall woman in a black suit walked in slowly.

She placed an exquisite silver plate with steak on the stone platform, and immediately retreated into the darkness, just as she left.

A vague black shadow appeared in the corner of the room, it seemed to be sitting on a certain chair, and it seemed to be floating in the air.

Sitting across from the dining table is a hanging old man. He has a prominent knot and is as thin as wood, with sparse hair combed behind his head. He looks at the silver plate in front of him with no expression at all.

"Try it."

Sombra: "I hope your taste buds have not aged yet."

The old man raised his arm tremblingly, picked up the knife and fork, and cut the steak unsteadily. He looks like an old man about to die.

There was a faint sound of chewing and swallowing in the quiet air.

Sombra: "Two years ago, I received a baptism at Hogwarts, and I was pushed down by a kid who was so simple that he couldn't handle it."

After a pause, Sombra smiled and said:

"But then, the kid left Hogwarts and transformed into an arms dealer.

It is said that time will make people grow, but I always feel that time is like a curse for people like us. Are you right, Le May? "

The trembling steak-eating old man stopped eating and said hoarsely: "Life has a ceiling. For those who touch this ceiling, experience and age are just a number."

Sombra: "As expected, he is an old guy about my age, who speaks differently."

"Just laughed."

The old man continued to eat.

Sombra looked at the old man like this.

The old man was cutting the steak earnestly, his cloudy eyes drooping, only a glimmer of almost imperceptible light flashed at the moment he lifted it occasionally.

Finish the steak.

The old man drank, took a tissue and wiped his mouth.

The woman in the suit who had been standing silently beside the dark figure reappeared. She walked to the vicinity of the dinner plate, removed the cutlery, took out the magic wand and tapped it slightly, and the light in the room was slightly brighter.

Nicol LeMay: "I can't help you curse. The Sorcerer's Stone will not help you in any way."

"Haha, I came to you, not for that kind of trivial matter."

"Small thing, you haven't contacted me for hundreds of years, and now you suddenly called me from England, what do you want to do?"

"I want to build a cage where no one can escape." Sombra said without hesitation: "Keep my stepping stone in the cage."

"Hoffa Bach?"

The old man asked.

"Hey...that's right."

The voice of the black shadow became ethereal like a dream.

"Hoffa Bach, that enigmatic guy, it's really boring not to see him."

"Humph."

The old man curled his mouth insignificantly, and slowly put his skinny arm on the table.

"With all due respect, I think that a wizard who has grown up cannot be confined in any realistic cage."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

The vague figure asked with interest.

"Magic cuts off the shackles of reality, and growth eliminates the shackles of thought. You want to put a real wizard in a cage, it's too unrealistic."

The old man said lightly with a sarcasm: "After all, you yourself are better than dead now, and you are still living."

The fuzzy and dark figure crossed its fingers and leaned forward. Did not answer. The candlelight dimmed and the room became quiet.

The old man gave him a deep look.

"You can't use magic anymore. The explosion two years ago also exhausted your savings. I advise you to die of this heart. The cage is not as easy to make as you think."

After speaking, he pushed aside the plate, stood up tremblingly, and limped outside the door.

Go to the door and open the door.

"Wait."

A shout came from behind, and the old man stood still.

"What are you doing recently, LeMay."

Sombra asked lazily, "Did the newly appointed Minister of Magic set you up for a mysterious study?"

The old man paused with his five fingers holding the doorknob, his expression flashed with a trace of struggle, but soon, the trace of struggle disappeared without a trace.

"That has nothing to do with you."

The old man repeated: "It has nothing to do."

"Oh, I just ask."

The vague dark figure leaned back into the chair and escaped into the darkness.

"I heard that this project violated quite a lot of the precepts of the wizarding world."

"The world is already in chaos, and it needs some extraordinary means."

After speaking, he took the door and tremblingly left the candlelight swaying room.

"Send him off."

The shadow whispered.

The woman in a suit wandered up and caught up with Nicole Lemay's footsteps.

"I'll send it to you." She said.

The bowed old man extended his arm to her.

The woman in a suit took his arm, supported him, and slowly walked down the stairs to the outskirts of a desolate mass grave.

There was a carriage pulled by twelve night skies parked here, and those scrawny creatures sprayed white mist in the cold air.

At this time, Nicol Lemay said:

"You shouldn't follow him. Believe me, even the most dangerous and unpopular wizard can't compare with the darkness hidden in the corner of the world. He will not treat you as a human being.

"I am his family."

The woman said briefly.

"Do you think he cares about his family?"

Le May asked rhetorically.

The woman did not answer, but instead asked:

"How about you, after so many years of baptism, do you still care about these worldly emotions?"

A cold stern flashed in Le May's muddy eyes, he shook off the woman in the suit who was holding his arm, and boarded the night horse carriage.

"May you have a good trip."

The woman smiled.

Ye Qi stepped on the ground, spread his black wings, and rushed to the sky by pulling the carriage.

Inside the carriage, the skinny old man sighed in relief and collapsed on the seat. He stretched out his hand to his chest and took out a faded gold pocket watch. There was a young red-haired girl holding a doll on the pocket watch, she was tilted. Head, looked at the old man with a smile.

"Chloe..."

He called softly.

I don't know how many kilometers away in France, a pair of silver eyes suddenly opened.